Ode to the First Loser

I'm #2! I'm #2! I'm #2! Once again the universe has demonstrated that I have what it takes to be the runner up. I was K's complement to her Boss' annual wing-ding on SAT night in Leesburg, VA. A great opportunity to put faces with familiar names that pass between us in post work discussions. After a few well mixed concoctions of gin and juice, it was time for a game of trivia. With pickled brain in hand I proceeded to kick some cerebrums in a multiple choice venue. Thank goodness there were choices or it could have been ugly. After another drink or two it turns out that I tied for the intellectual poll position with the husband of one of K's co-workers. A potentially political sensitive situation, do I whoop his ass and do a victory dance remenisent of a NFL celebration over his twitching carcass OR bow graciously out and defer his older statesmanship. The challenge of choice: estimating the number of Hersey Kisses on a plate and bowl. (What happened to stripping down to our respective loin clothes and sporting daggers?) Damn that bowl and my 4th G&T. My superpowers are limited and unfortunately do not include reliable estimation with any sort of accuracy. I need another drink.